Porcupine Ridge provisions

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The sun was giving way to the moon as the black wolf weaved between the thick trees of the forest, descending onto the unmistakable border trail. All his wolves had a share in its making and upkeep, but it had been most heavily defined by himself, his alpha female, and his subordinate-without-words. Their paws had pressed down the snow the most, and their scents were strongest among the cocktail of claim.

Tagg had heard the call from the lone female, and he responded with a quick howl of his own to let his packmates know he was nearby and attending, though he did not forbid them from joining or intercepting her first if they were closer. His fluid gait was quick and efficient as he ghosted down the trail, catching sight of the mixed coat of the female before he caught her scent; a coywolf.

He lifted his tail, allowing the full length to sway easily as he approached with his head up and ears forward. His expression was relaxed, and there was no tension in his muscles. He did not speak, but held a question in his gaze.